Since this IS the second iteration of my first attempt at blogging I have a need to bare some experimentation  here.

The situation of the CAUCUS REGIONS is bringing BACK the mindsets of a childhood. Those that can’t remember don’t have the recollections of playing in NUMEROUS friends’ FAMILY “FALLOUT” SHELTERS. Or, having ENTIRE mornings of School concentrating on “HOW TO ACT DURING A NUCLEAR ATTACK”. I’m thoroughly surprised that the ‘PACHYDERM PRIDE’ HASN’T re-instituted the  practice.

The following is “poetic” commentary on the “news” articles read daily. And, I’ve had too many OH(!)-PINIONS to just enter one per “jot”. The linkages proceed the ‘bit’ so that you’ll, (hopefully!), have an orienteer’s vantage of the staking ‘histories’ of “one’ that has seen the breadcrumbs when they were fresh.




go ahead and KILL THIS WORLD
a tattered ancient flag unfurled
diplomacy and charm so churled

a life of chest puff brief tuminescence
this isn’t “life” at its true essense
to build a greatness sans the crescent

those days of yore good read now boor
they had quick endings rose with no core
these latter generations seeking more

no “love thy neighbor” don’t get the gist
it’s “follow me” or feel the fist
if not you’re simply polit-grist

the gather of those similar
don’t like the ridings with a burr
a need rebreed of past infurred
as most grown thoughts a hope concurred
this take what’s wanted should demure




when left to own a bully cries
no victimization realized
to be their hate without diguise
is diffcult to bear

no matter how the resignation
there is no “PRO” of constipation
the glee as purest demonizations
your wants create dispair

this “HIS”-STORY what final ending
the choices made are the depending
it’s not too late to DO SOME MENDING
from that you’d be so rare

but have this thought of better futures
where citizens avoid the sutures
some stop to seeking “POLIT-LUCRE”
good’s hope done with a flair




a mater DID what the furor couldn’t
to Bear enmass when said shouldn’t
to satellites commerce why wouldn’t
seek “ANGELS” for the day

the boys club lost the ball while playing
to arguments t’was spread delaying
the escalations need belaying
the past left at the quay

new crops new fuels old BOYS their fading
to stop these fools no need debating
too far from shore there is no wading
let good be all’s display

repeat of pasts infuriating
again the west is ruminating
a better future tired of waiting
while sun shines make the hay


Gerrymandering,Obnoxious POOPS

But, a more FUN title would be…


For all the elbowing of potential voters that may, or may not, bring a “victory” to the PACHYDERM PRIDE in the 23 states that are in their control…


…ONE of the more great comeuppances to grace their Booby-fied efforts has appeared in the very STATE that WAS a controversial ‘aide’ for George DUH-BUH-YUH’S eight years of warmongering and puffery…


And, since THAT avenue has been closed for “AWARES” the latest ‘dance’ craze being conducted by “SPIKE” Boehner is to make the RIGHT to VOTE as difficult as possible for those that are from the more “southern” AMERICAS.THAT brings US to the “incidential PIECE de RESISTANCE” of this post.

As it has come into the BRILLIANCE of a negative hued Stephan “QUE” Erkeled retort of “DID I DO THAAAT!?!”, is reported through the PALM BEACH POST:


It doth appear that “the state GOP hired Strategic Allied Consultants of Glen Allen, Va., who made the tidy sum / “SOME” of $1.3 Million to turn in 106 ““QUESTIONABLE” voter registrations, out of just 304 turned in by a single registrar, on the FIFTH of September, (2012). The more damaging part of this is that the person turning the “work” WAS NOT the person R.E.S.P.O.N.S.I.B.L.E. FOR the tainted paperwork… “FUNNY” that.

I wonder what the law says about Major JURISTS / “JUDGES” having read an editorial opinion, or direct report, that they “MAY” have to make a decision “about”, ( I should have said ON but, the way SCOTUS has been drawing “GUIDELINES” “about” is PROPER.), this latest “trial” of the CONSTITUTION. At that… ‘FIN’.


As they say… “And, the HITS just keep OOOONNNNN commin'”.

voter-registration…/nSPYj/ )

The “JIG”: Dancing On a Limb

“little stories, and things I’ll see”…

YouTube won’t remove the content. The maker(s) are YET to be identified completely. “Sam Bacile” appears to be the ALIAS, ( Number One-Thousand, SIX-HUNDRED SIXTY-SIX.), for someone that KNEW what THEY WERE DOING… AND, “may” be preparing to enhance.

How CON-VEEEEN-IENT that this HAS taken place during the FINAL few weeks before OUR NATIONAL ELECTIONS.When ISRAEL is calling for an International “ruler” to rap the atomic KNUCKLES of Iran,

[Netanyahu meeting= NO /

[Morsi meeting= Y’all come /

a MEDIA-CENT-TRICK video has become the “match”,mysteriously placed in front of an obtuse “Damian”, deftly struck while the “child” stands in a POOL of ‘Gasoline’.

IS “Damien” being assisted by some “father” figure? Someone with a “BOUNTY” placed on the highest office of this NATION? Or, could “it” be the מועדון משחקי מזל,(“Gambling House”), owner spreading Mega-SHEKELS to see his ‘home state’ bolstered? But, then again, the classmates: Terry and Rush pose an “INNN-TERESTING” coupling of nefarious “infusions” worthy of a couple of Missouri “RED LEGS”.

When the final names have been revealed the Directorial Red Herring will, most likely, have had “someone” cut his “thread”. Severing any back-track TO the REAL originator of the virulent video that HAS raced through TWENTY,(SO FAR.), Islamic Nations to negate Democracy’s markers, and way points.

Yep, “little stories, and things I’ll “see”.

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Bluetooth Saves Bellvue

how long can I keep this up?

On any day, on any street, in any city. When I was a young’n, being in the big cities with my friends or a family member, I would “sit” and watch all the different types of people walking up and down the sidewalks. The people we found the most interesting were those wonderful folks that were holding a conversation with absolutely “NO ONE”. This occurs every time we ventured to the areas “METRO”. Dressed from exotic “rags” to the carefully, and nattily, assembled garb of the era. From the early 1960’s well into the 1970’s men and women of every size, shape and color would saunter their concrete PATHS OF SOLITUDE, speaking softly with an intimate friend or confidant. So involved in the conversation that pats on the back, handshakes, even nuzzlings were bestowed. Height, breadth, contours of the ‘partner’ were ALL apparent as we enjoyed the lesson/show provided that day. As we grew older we’d, sometimes, ask the adult we were with, (most times we attempted to achieve some sort of acreage away from any known grownup, because they told us what was “wrong” with the behavior.), what they thought was the ‘OTHER SIDE’ of the conversation, just to engage them in our, not so secret, mirths.

In our own little town a little woman that lived right across from the baseball fields that sat mid town would, sometimes, come outside and try to talk with anyone of us. Now that I’m, almost, the same age that she was when I first met her I can fully formulate a mental image to you of what she presented to me visually. First of all, we came to call her “OLD LADY KURT’, and she was if she didn’t want something from you. About 5’2.5” tall we didn’t think about how much she weighed because the assortments of shape covering cloths she used to enclose her outer self did a great job. Blouses with prints that would make you really understand why GAHAN WILSON drew the cartoons he did fitted like new mini para-sails over her shoulders. ‘Little House on the Prairie’ length dresses that hinted of her diabetes, around ankles puffy rolls of flesh oozed over the tops of VERY NICE SHOES. (!?!) Ms. Kurt had a voice that was the sweet melange of MOMS MABLY, HARVEY FIERSTEIN and ANDY DEVINE with a tincture of GILBERT GODFREID in the spring from allergies. This was a person whose race was definitely a stone soup of love. LUCILLE BALL RED HAIR that had the ‘Rosey the Riveter’, 1940’s ‘BOB’. ( It’s funny, the hair magically turned that from a slight silver base.) Hands: nice, strong, tipped with fingernails painted under their overhangs of “CHESTER-STRIKE” UMBER that had leaked down the sides to the second digit. AND she loved those “CHOCOLATE” MacIntosh Apples every Fall! The best way to describe the wonder-FULL face of this woman, (especially when fully engaged in conversations that included a constant fight with her alter-ego.), is this…” IMAGINE, IF YOU WILL” a FINE caramel confectioned skin. With the same number of “wisdom”lines equal to the total of Streams in the AMAZON basin. Hidden, HAZEL-ish copper- brown eyes, all mated topographically to look like the Wicked Witch of the West’s FLYING MONKEYS from the movie THE WIZ,( only much smaller with a delicateness of displaying a striking four hair moustache, one at each corner and one placed perfectly below the nose,mid nostril) … BUT ONLY when there was the INTENSE animation of speech.

THIS is the person; every color, sex, economic position , and sadly, age, that my friends and I would wait ALL… DAY… FOR…

Here we are 2008 is the year, and for almost 20 of the past ones the cellular telephone has brought the excitement back into my, AND, YOUR life. It’s now FASHIONABLE to walk ANYWHERE on this getting less green EARTH for people that my friends and I found ‘SPOCKISHLY’ FASINATING may, now, purchase a small device that enables anyone to PUBLICLY act like JOHNATHAN WINTERS, ALL DAY. ALL YEAR. ALTOGETHER!

The very type of person we were told to BE CAREFUL OF, lovers of THORAZINE to the point of letting questionable ‘Hippocratic’ HYPESTERS… The very ones that the LATE President Ronald Reagan underfunded their health care enough to get sent away from managed care… Are NOW buying a sadistic subterfuge called BLUETOOTH. Simple stealth so that just by wearing this little piece of shaped plastic shows how we can all hide the insanities that embarrassed way back when.Early cellular telephones had to be carried around as a briefcase or over-the shoulder bag. Soon after the plastic brick made the dialogs and rants much easier for the “common” BILLY WILDER or BABY SCHNOOKS to lavish their mental vignettes at any cross-section of concrete footlights. It has to be tough on the ultimate IMPROVISATIONAL PERFORMANCE ARTIST, HAVING TO INCLUDE THE SAME DROLL PROP. And now , a word for the sponsor; with cell phones smaller than the fist of a two year old it’s easier to hide the device, the REALISM has returned. The only problem now is does anyone still speculate on if there’s anyone REALLY LISTENING … ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN?

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